Separated by a door, Jiangli could still sense Wang Yao's presence.
The presence was still there, and it was that of a living person.
However, even through the door, she could also detect a thick Yin Energy permeating the room.
It looked like that thing had really followed them here.
Although Wang Yao wasn't dead, the situation might still not be good.
Jiangli was thinking about just kicking the door down.
At that moment.
Click—
There was a light sound.
The room door was opened from the inside.
Wang Yao stood behind it, his face deathly pale, looking like a ghost, extremely frail.
Xia Xin didn't have time to speak when Wang Yao's body went limp and he started to fall toward the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Wang—"
Xia Xin was startled and fumbled to catch Wang Yao, preventing him from falling to the ground.
Jiangli didn't even glance at Wang Yao and squeezed straight into the room.
Xia Xin, supporting Wang Yao, saw Jiangli enter as if she owned the place.
